...is that by the time they get to you, they're close to death. Giving your love a bouquet that starts dropping petals even while you're eating that special dinner (usually a plate of sushi, in our house--sometimes pizza) sends a really bad symbol, romance-wise. Honestly, the gal at Metro showed me a crate's worth of them that they were pitching out two days after arrival. They're pretty flowers--little mini roses--but frail, or at least exhausted after the long journey from Kenya.
Something ought to be done.